The Wistful Letter
Chapter One Georgi Gevorgyan sat in the damp, candlelit scriptorium of the Abbasid court, his hands trembling with a fever that no physician could name, as he sought to complete his master’s final illuminated manuscript to secure his freedom from the temple’s crushing debt. The air smelled of rot and old ink, a viscous black fluid that bled from his quill not as pigment but as a physical...
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